Reason flies When following the senses, on clipped wings.

To get back up to the shining world from there My guide and I went into that hidden tunnel, And Following its path, we took no care To rest, but climbed: he first, then I-so far, through a round aperture I saw appear Some of the beautiful things that Heaven bears, Where we came forth, and once more saw the stars.

Not one drop of blood is left inside my veins that does not throb: I recognize signs of the ancient flame.

I found myself within a forest dark.

The heaven that rolls around cries aloud to you while it displays its eternal beauties, and yet your eyes are fixed upon the earth alone.

...Everything that is, desires to be. As we act, we unfold our being. Enjoyment naturally follows, for a thing desired always brings delight.

L'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle (The love that moves the sun and the other stars)